Chapter 2986: The Green Trees Cast Deep Shadows on a Long Summer Day (31)

On the way to the police station, Gordon suddenly received a call. After picking it up and speaking a few words, his expression gradually turned serious. He then turned the steering wheel, no longer heading toward the Cat Getan Police Department, but driving in the direction of the Gordon Manor.

"So, that's it. We suddenly received a doll. She said she was going out to buy sushi, and she hasn't come back yet..."

Barbara leaned against the chair by the dining table and looked at Jarvis, saying, "Are you sure she's okay? Even if she's strong, perhaps she might also..."

Jarvis shook his head and said, "Don't be too anxious, Madam. Wanda won't have any trouble."

Standing behind Jarvis was Tim, who was already pulling up information related to the crematorium.

Soon, he discovered that this crematorium was indeed newly built, about four years ago. The land permits and construction process had no issues, but the very existence of this crematorium was the problem.

The Polokin community had absolutely no need for a crematorium.

The total area of the community's common land was more than enough to build a massive cemetery, enough for the people here to die and be buried ten times over. Communities near the suburbs like this were relatively conservative; most were Protestants who would not adopt unconventional burial methods. The number of people choosing sea burials or cremation was extremely small. This crematorium was simply like pork belly on a cream cake—looking at it alone, there was no problem, but its existence was unreasonable.

Suddenly, Tim discovered another clue. When this crematorium opened, it left behind ribbon-cutting photos. In this photo, he discovered a familiar person: Bob, the manager of the Wardraid engineering team.

After a closer check, good heavens, this crematorium was built by the Wardraid engineering team.

Tim and Aisha had found similar things, so he felt there must be something fishy about this. Just as he was about to exchange thoughts with Jarvis, he suddenly froze, as if he had sensed something.

Jarvis turned his head abruptly to look out the window.

*Screech! * Gordon slammed on the brakes. The emergency stop left charred marks from the tires on the road. He pushed open the car door in disbelief and looked into the distance.

On the distant horizon, darkness had almost swallowed everything, but behind the lonely, towering buildings, a sky-filling red light suddenly erupted.

What is that...

The red light flashed, and a figure appeared in the hall of Gordon Manor. Before Jarvis could say anything, he felt himself being hugged. Wanda leaned over, holding her husband's arm.

"Ugh—!!!!"

The other two rushed over to support her, but Wanda couldn't stop vomiting on the spot. She had nothing left to throw up, constantly retching up stomach acid, yet she couldn't straighten her back, trembling and convulsing non-stop.

Jarvis hugged her, constantly stroking her back. After about a few minutes of easing, Wanda finally straightened her body, but she still had difficulty controlling the Scarlet Power around her, causing ripples in space.

"What on earth happened?" Jarvis asked her. "What did you encounter?"

Because Wanda had already sent him a message, Jarvis knew what was going on. Although he didn't approve of Wanda's risky move, he truly didn't think Wanda would actually be harmed.

To be precise, the current Scarlet Witch could no longer be considered human, nor could she be simply called a mutant. She was the embodiment of Scarlet Power, more like some kind of abstract entity. In the Scarlet Witch's team in Battleworld, she was also an administrator. Such an existence could not be harmed by ordinary people.

But he forgot one thing: even if a life form is upgraded, as long as it still possesses human intelligence and emotions, it is inevitable that it will suffer mental trauma.

When the Scarlet Witch raised her face, there were still tear stains on it. She gripped Jarvis's arm tightly. Just as she was about to say something, she looked at Barbara beside them.

So, she pulled Jarvis and rushed out the door.

Jarvis looked at her with concern. Wanda hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Bones, I saw many bones, all... all of them were children's bones."

Accompanied by Wanda's recounting, Jarvis gradually learned what had happened about half an hour ago.

After Wanda left the prison, she walked all the way into the depths of the air-raid shelter. The deeper she went, the colder and damper it became. Although Wanda firmly believed that nothing could harm her, years of common sense still made her feel a chill down her back.

In the deepest part of the prison level, Wanda discovered a room. This room was very strange, sitting alone on the deepest ground. It clearly wasn't an original facility of the air-raid shelter but was built later. The weirdest thing was that the door used a security door like that of a bank vault.

Wanda didn't rush in. She gently touched the wall, letting the Scarlet Power seep into it, and then was surprised to find that this wall was very thick, more than enough to be used as a nuclear bunker.

The building was just a square house, looking unremarkable. It was already inside an air-raid shelter, yet it still needed such thick walls to be built. Wanda really couldn't figure out what this thing was defending against. Surely it wasn't sealing a monster inside, right?

But even if it were a monster, Wanda wasn't afraid. She felt that since this thing was wrapped so tightly, there must be a secret inside. So, she flashed and directly teleported inside using magic.

To her surprise, the inside of the house wasn't dark; instead, it was very bright, completely different from the cramped, cold, damp, and dark atmosphere outside. The interior decoration of the house was very luxurious: the floor was natural marble, covered with wool carpets, the furniture was dark brown solid wood, and the lighting lamps were retro candelabras, looking very valuable.

This was a collection room.

On the left and right sides of the hall facing the main door, there were eight display cabinets. When she vaguely saw the things inside the display cabinets, Wanda's breathing quickened.

She walked forward on tiptoe and soon stopped in front of the first display cabinet. What was placed inside wasn't jewelry or any artwork, but bones.

Bones of various sizes and shapes were arranged in all sorts of patterns. Even if Wanda didn't have much knowledge of medicine, she could roughly tell which parts of the skeleton they were.

She saw a hip bone, and it was precisely this bone that made her certain that all these bones came from children under ten years old.

The Scarlet Power seeped into the display cabinet, and Wanda discovered that these weren't models, but real bones, possessing the structure of human skeletons and preserved very well.

Wanda already had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she still gave herself hope, thinking perhaps they were voluntarily donated remains. Wasn't it said that the mortality rate of children in Cat Getan was very high before?

She looked up. Besides the display cabinets, there were rows upon rows of glass cabinets against the wall, all filled with similar bones.

Wanda endured the nausea and continued to walk inside, because she discovered there was another door at the very back of this exhibition hall.

Of course, for fear of alerting the enemy, she remained invisible the whole time and was confident that she wouldn't be discovered by ordinary cameras.

Wanda approached the door on tiptoe. She flashed inside again in the same way. This room was very dark. Wanda, accustomed to using her eyes to see things, subconsciously used Scarlet Power to illuminate the room.

The moment the room lit up, she froze.

There were countless bones here.

But unlike the bones in the display cabinets outside, which were cleaned spotlessly and preserved very well, many bones here carried mud and had traces of decay, and those near the door were even fresh.

Wanda covered her mouth tightly to keep from screaming, but just then, an instrument above the room suddenly sounded an alarm.

Panicked, Wanda didn't think twice. She flashed and left the air-raid shelter, leaning against a tree and starting to vomit.

Those bones were all so small, miniature like shrunken model toys, all belonging to one child after another. Wanda thought of her own children. If her own children's bones were among them...

Wanda's emotions completely collapsed. She could no longer control herself. She threw up everything in her stomach, and the uncontrollable Scarlet Power illuminated the entire valley, turning it into almost a world of red.

But soon, she saw the security guards of the crematorium at the foot of the mountain rushing up the mountain with pistols in their hands. The little remaining reason made Wanda understand that she must have been discovered. She returned to Gordon Manor at the fastest speed.

But that terrifying scene still hadn't left her mind. She hugged Jarvis tightly. The panic attack made it difficult for her to breathe on her own. Her face turned bright red, and the air and words in her lungs were blocked in her throat, unable to go up or down.

"Calm down, Wanda. Imagine you are a bird, spreading your wings, floating in the blowing wind. You need to stabilize your body, don't lean left, don't lean right, just keep floating, floating..."

A few minutes later, the most intense stage of the panic attack passed, and Wanda slowly calmed down. At this time, Gordon also rushed back.

"Wanda, what's wrong with you?" Gordon looked at her with some concern, while Jarvis shook his head at him.

Barbara immediately stepped forward. Gordon hugged her, and after letting go, he touched her face and said, "Are you okay, dear?"

"I'm fine. It's always been safe here, but Wanda's condition doesn't look too good. I don't know what's wrong with her. Perhaps we should invite a doctor over?"

"No, there's no need." Wanda's slightly weak voice came over. She and Jarvis walked back into the house.

Wanda gripped Jarvis's hand tightly, but she didn't look as weak anymore. She walked to the center of the room, took a deep breath, relaxed her shoulders, turned her head to look at Gordon, and said.

"You are a good policeman. You will catch the criminals. You will let them go to court to face trial, and then let them go to jail. You've done well enough."

Gordon didn't understand what she meant, but he had a bad premonition, so he said, "Yes, Wanda, I will do that. So if you see any evidence of a crime, you must tell me. I guarantee that no one can escape the sanctions of the law in my hands. There hasn't been, and there absolutely never will be!"

"Can you imagine losing little Jenny?" Wanda asked, looking into his eyes.

"What? What's wrong with little Jenny?" Barbara looked at the baby cradle with some urgency, but her cute daughter was sleeping soundly inside. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Wanda might be overly nervous.

But Gordon seemed to have guessed what she was going to say.

"I can't accept it, Wanda. I can't accept anything happening to my daughter, because I am a father. At any time, I must protect her, cherish her..."

"Yes, but if someone takes her away from you, is the outcome you hope for the murderer just to live on in prison?"

Gordon suddenly fell silent.

A policeman's duty is to maintain social rules, but Gordon was an honest man. At this moment, he couldn't deceive himself. He knew that if it really came to that point, he wouldn't think that way. He would swear to make the murderer pay an unimaginably painful price.

"I have also become a mother, so just like you, my answer is also negative. Going to jail is simply a gift to them."

"Wanda, calm down. No matter what you saw, don't be impulsive and do extreme things..."

"I understand you want to maintain social order and don't want me to break the rules out of anger and hurt innocent people, or pay the price myself."

Anger gradually accumulated in Wanda's eyes until it burned fiercely.

"However, the ones who have to pay the price for breaking the rules are humans, and I am the Scarlet Witch."

The moment the words fell, everyone in the room felt that the world was almost completely shrouded in red.

Wanda floated into mid-air, her long hair dancing without wind. The rich scarlet light in her eyes flashed and vanished, leaving only cold words echoing.

"I say, all participants in this matter will die miserably and painfully." ===== CHAPTER 2987 =====